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Saturday night was very cool. I went with two friends of mine (Eloise and Guillaume) to a gay rock party (called popingays) held at the glaz'art concert hall. Before we were invited to another friend's for dinner (which was all too good), we drunk cocktails and alcohol (save money, get drunk before the club). Eloise and I fought in the kitchen (just like, dykes playing joyfully) and broke two glasses (--> drunk we were).
Then we went to the party. It was really good, 2 bands played live, one was called (hookers) from Manchester and they were too cool for words. Like, great singer, great bassist, great drummer. Then the party went on, with good stuff (Le Tigre, Katerine, The Hives, Ladytron, Bikini Kill, etc etc). I didn't get to talk to the band members though they were dancing just near us, but well, too bad. No money, no cd, no talkey.
Finally we left at like 4 in the morning. Eloise had lost the paper to get our coats back, but the guy took pity on us and gave us our stuff back. It was way before the subway opened again, so we just waited for 20 min sitting on the pavement, freezing and saying bad things about ppl we know, then walked for like 40 min just straight ahead. Finally hopped in the first subway that came, and, still freezing, going back to my house where we slept at three in the same bed (woohoo). Was kinda fun. In the morning I took a pic of the other two sleeping (which nearly cost me my life actually).
Then we ate breakfast, still a bit shitfaced, badmouthing as usual, before watching Priscilla Queen of the Desert (once again, yes). Well I actually got to see the "bonus" after the credits at the end : when the doll gets to China.
And now is the time where I realise that what I said makes no sense at all. But who cares.
Tomorrow, meeting with the gay cicrle of university. Yeeha. -__- (why did I want to meet them again ? )
Saturday night was very cool. I went with two friends of mine (Eloise and Guillaume) to a gay rock party (called popingays) held at the glaz'art concert hall. Before we were invited to another friend's for dinner (which was all too good), we drunk cocktails and alcohol (save money, get drunk before the club). Eloise and I fought in the kitchen (just like, dykes playing joyfully) and broke two glasses (--> drunk we were).
Then we went to the party. It was really good, 2 bands played live, one was called (hookers) from Manchester and they were too cool for words. Like, great singer, great bassist, great drummer. Then the party went on, with good stuff (Le Tigre, Katerine, The Hives, Ladytron, Bikini Kill, etc etc). I didn't get to talk to the band members though they were dancing just near us, but well, too bad. No money, no cd, no talkey.
Finally we left at like 4 in the morning. Eloise had lost the paper to get our coats back, but the guy took pity on us and gave us our stuff back. It was way before the subway opened again, so we just waited for 20 min sitting on the pavement, freezing and saying bad things about ppl we know, then walked for like 40 min just straight ahead. Finally hopped in the first subway that came, and, still freezing, going back to my house where we slept at three in the same bed (woohoo). Was kinda fun. In the morning I took a pic of the other two sleeping (which nearly cost me my life actually).
Then we ate breakfast, still a bit shitfaced, badmouthing as usual, before watching Priscilla Queen of the Desert (once again, yes). Well I actually got to see the "bonus" after the credits at the end : when the doll gets to China.
And now is the time where I realise that what I said makes no sense at all. But who cares.
Tomorrow, meeting with the gay cicrle of university. Yeeha. -__- (why did I want to meet them again ? )